The air reeked of ozone and burnt cedar as Elara pressed her palm against the stone wall, feeling the faint tremor of something ancient stirring beneath her fingers. The Duskspire’s spire loomed above her, its obsidian surface slick with rain,…
The air in Emberfall smelled of smoke and iron, a scent Kaela had known since birth. Her fingers traced the grooves of the lantern she carried, its glass surface etched with runes that pulsed faintly in the dim light. The…
The air in Emberfall reeked of burning oil and damp stone, a scent Kaela had known her entire life. She stood atop the crumbling tower, her fingers curled around the cold iron railing, watching the sky bleed crimson. The city…